He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Fu Lu smiled and said, "Didn't you say you were going to see your father?"

As he spoke, Fu Lu took Song Zhi's hand and led her briskly toward the door of the ward.

Seeing this, Song Jiachen dared not delay in the slightest and quickly followed Fu Lu's footsteps. The three of them walked towards the elevator together.

Song Jiachen stood quietly to Fu Lu's right, a smile on her face, and occasionally engaged in pleasant conversation with Fu Lu.

"Brother-in-law, how exactly did you and my sister meet?"

Song Jiachen asked with a curious expression.

Fu Lu smiled slightly and answered truthfully, "I met your sister when I was in high school, when she was in junior high school."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen's eyes widened in shock: "You two knew each other so early?"

Fu Lu nodded: "Yes, we were neighbors back then."

"Neighbor? How come I didn't know?" He turned to Song Zhi beside him, puffed out his cheeks, and said with a hint of reproach, "Sister, you two have known each other for so long, and you've never told me that your husband is our neighbor."

Faced with her younger brother's questioning, Song Zhi just smiled helplessly and shrugged gently, replying, "Alright, now you know everything."

"If I had known before, I would have asked my brother-in-law to hang out with me."

Song Zhi smiled helplessly: "You had just started elementary school back then, who would want to play with you?"

Song Jiachen pouted: "Back then you were just starting junior high, and your brother-in-law was already playing with you."

As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and continued, "Brother-in-law, where do you work now?"

Before Fu Lu could speak, Song Zhiwei frowned slightly and said with a hint of helplessness, "Jiachen, aren't you asking a lot of questions?"

Song Jiachen, however, curled her lip in disapproval and retorted confidently, "Oh, sister, I'm just concerned about my brother-in-law's daily life."

After saying that, he playfully winked at Fu Lu, then continued to ask with a big smile, "Right, brother-in-law?"

Seeing this, Fu Lu was amused. He smiled and replied, "Haha, right now, I'm unemployed."

Previously, the old man had strongly opposed Fu Lu's relationship with Song Zhi, so he resigned from all his work at the company.

During this period, I have been handing over company matters.

Song Zhi looked at Fu Lu with some surprise: "You were fired?"

Fu Lu smiled and said, "Yes, I'm unemployed now, so I'll have to rely on you from now on."

Song Zhi smiled a little shyly: "Then I'll look for a job after the New Year."

Upon hearing this, Fu Lu immediately became interested: "What? You're really planning to work and support me?"

Song Zhi looked up at him, her face tilted upwards: "What? You don't want to?"

Fu Lu's smile deepened instantly. He reached out and took Song Zhi's hand, saying softly, "Of course I'm willing. I'd be overjoyed to have someone take care of me."

Song Jiachen, who was standing to the side, was quite happy at first, but after hearing what Fu Lu said, the smile on his face instantly froze.

After a long while, he finally came to his senses, forced a smile, and said incredulously, "You, you're kidding me, right? You're such a grown man, and you still need my sister to support you?"

Fu Lu smiled and said, "It's not exactly a joke. I plan to start a business after the New Year."

Hearing this, Song Jiachen silently lowered his eyes.

Indeed, nothing is perfect.

He is quite handsome.

But what's the use of being handsome? A man who lives off a woman is the most worthless.

The thought of Song Zhi working so hard to support someone like that made Song Jiachen feel unhappy.

I'll try to persuade him again later, and he should just break up with me. After all, being handsome can't put food on the table.

……

The three of them stood at the door of Song Jinguo's hospital room.

Song Zhi pushed open the door and went in first. She immediately saw the old lady sitting by the hospital bed and couldn't help but look surprised. She blurted out, "Grandma, what are you doing here?"

The old lady replied with a smile, "I was so bored at home. Thank goodness Xiao Fu thoughtfully arranged for a driver to bring me to the hospital to keep your father company."

As she spoke, her gaze slowly turned to Song Jiachen, who was standing to the side.

Upon seeing this, Song Jiachen quickly stepped forward, flashed a bright smile at the old lady, and said affectionately, "Grandma, it's been so long! Your grandson has missed you so much!"

Before he finished speaking, he opened his arms, as if to give the old lady a warm hug.

But to everyone's surprise, the old lady simply turned her body slightly to the side, skillfully avoiding Song Jiachen's outstretched hands.

Song Jiachen curled his lip indifferently, a slightly teasing smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Grandma, don't you miss your precious grandson at all?"

As he spoke, he moved closer to the old woman.

The old lady simply gazed at Song Jiachen in front of her with a calm expression, her eyes as still as water, without the slightest ripple.

Looking at Song Jiachen's face, she couldn't help but recall the words her son had said to her a couple of days ago, and her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

She would never have believed it if she hadn't heard it from Song Jinguo: that her own son had raised someone else's child for so many years.

Seeing that the old lady remained silent, Song Jiachen waved his hand in front of her face and asked, "Grandma, what are you thinking about?"

The old lady snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Song Jiachen before slowly asking him a question.

Why did you come here?

Although the old lady's voice was not loud, it conveyed an indescribable sense of alienation.

Hearing the old lady's cold question, Song Jiachen was slightly taken aback, but quickly regained his composure and replied with a smile, "Grandma, I heard from my sister that Dad has woken up, so I came here specially."

As he spoke, his gaze quickly swept toward the hospital bed.

At this moment, Song Jinguo had his eyes tightly closed.

Song Jiachen couldn't help but feel puzzled. He turned to look at Song Zhi beside him and was about to ask a question when the old lady interrupted, "Your father just fell asleep not long ago."

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen pressed on, "Grandma, is Dad really awake this time?"

The old lady slowly raised her eyes, and her already aged and cloudy gaze now pierced Song Jiachen's face like two cold arrows.

Her face was so dark it seemed like it could drip water, her lips tightly pressed together, and she spoke without any expression: "What? Do you no longer want your father to wake up?"

Upon hearing this, Song Jiachen was slightly taken aback, then quickly shook his head: "How could that be, Grandma? Of course I hope Dad can wake up as soon as possible."

The old lady remained silent, but stared intently at Song Jiachen with an almost scrutinizing gaze, making Song Jiachen feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Song Jiachen cautiously glanced at the old woman, and when he saw her somewhat indifferent expression, he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. ...